Some Days Are Yellow
Some days are yellow, some are blue. I know by heart my two-year-old’s favorite Dr. Seuss book and the rhymes repeat in my mind…
Writer’s Choice
Rose-T(a)inted
You loved the rose-scented soap in my bathroom. You would rub it all over your body in the shower, and I would flinch, and think ‘is that even hygienic’?
Breathing; Love These Lively Things
Run. Twirl. Swing. Dash out the door. Hop around squares. Kneel on the floor. Jump through two ropes that are turning. All as natural as a bird taking wing.
Gerry’s Ride
Gerry has a busted face. We could all see it coming, standing at the bottom of the hill, looking up at him hurtling down on his snow saucer.
Who I Am
I never knew how my mom would answer the question that I’d pose to her each morning when I’d call at 6:45. It was the same question every day…
Sunday Drive
It was the first beautiful Sunday of spring. You know that smell the air gets when the sun finally comes out? That’s what that day was. Winter had been grueling.
What I want the surgeon to know
What I want the surgeon to know is not included in the pre-op interview, where my life of pain has been reduced to color-by-number shades: a lavender 4 to get out of bed, an orange 7…
You Never Know, and More…
Stepping out of autumn-chilled water, sun still warming my bare skin, I glance back at the lake wondering, will this be my last swim of the season?
The Identified Patient
What brings you here? I ask. My name badge tugs at my thin floral blouse asking me the same question. My name has sorrow…